Review: Wong Kok, Ss2

Another place that I haven't been to in a long time.

Cheese baked pork in szechuan sauce rice. Makes me miss Kim Gary a little. Anyone want to go with me? This is not as spicy, with more sauce and a generous layer of cheese on top. Portion's a little too big for my liking though. Value for money, maybe.

Deep fried seafood sausages. Breaded and cut in the middle, it was crispy but probably left in the oil for a wee bit too long as it tasted a little too over fried. Kinda salty too.

Herbal jelly and coconut sea jelly and mango pudding. It was his order which he didn't like so I traded with him.

Yea, I'm not that big a fan of mango pudding so I took the jellies instead. Not too bitter the herbal jelly and may go down well even with those who don't favor them.

My original order of lin chee kang with the herbal jelly. A little too sweet for my liking.

Review: Paddington House of Pancake, The Curve

One of those (then) rare nights when I got off work early so we came over here for food.

I know, I know, he complains that I take ages to blog about the food. Well, guess I would need to ask him to stop taking up so much of my time and I'll be bale to catch up on my long delayed blogging. Tee hee. This look strangely alike brussels but no, it's more vegetarian than brussels. I was a wee bit disappointed with the portion as it had barely a decent layer of cheese and only few slices of pepperoni.
Veggie was fresh but rather have more of the savory good stuff.

Tokyo which was lasagna and rolled up veggie crepe and a dollop of mashed potato. The pastry was a little too thick for my liking while the sauce was all right. Mashed potato could have used a bit of milk/crea/butter.

Fruits dollar pancake dessert. This was the most fulfilling dish of the night with lovely chopped nuts, apple, peach, strawberry, banana, raisin. Drizzled with some honey and strawberry sauce. Yummy.

Love the reflection on this.

possible. maybe. could be.

Down with a chill. Taken a pill. Hope that it goes away

Review: Ramen Taiko, Shoplex Mont Kiara

Another night of drinking and good food here. Well, actually, we didn't exactly eat at the shop as they do deliver it to the other shop. Talk about competition. Guess it's because they are selling different stuff.
Forgot what this is called but it's like the Chinese pak cham kai steamed version but this was better. A cold dish a dash of Japanese savory sauce. Not as tangy as fish sauce but something milder. Japanese cucumber complemented it well.

Fried rice which didn't have much meat but it was a healthier cousin of the Chinese version. Taste a little bland but I like it. If only the Chinese stall opposite the office cooks it this way. Though I do like their salted fish and tomyam version of fried rice.

In case if you are wondering, we had the rice and gyoza on a separate dinner. They are currently having promotion for this month where by 2 plates of gyoza would get you the third for free. Try to go for the more browned once as they have a slightly crunchier skin.

leaving behind

Feels like a part of me died over the week. Like I've lost what defines me. Like I've retreated back into my strange, cold but familiar enclave.

I am still me. Just not quite.

Like how things are starting to fall into place. A new found peace.

I've given up on all the things that made me human.

And I feel whole once more.

play of words

Strange how there's a former write on my team. But he picks up fast, responds fast though he's now starting to ignore me. Well, I think most of them are especially with my secondment to the other dept. Things are starting to get quieter but with each job, the pressure is much more.

It's a new role all together. While I can't say that this isn't a departure from my norm, it isn't exactly what I had in mind. OH well, at least something to keep me occupied.

life in technicolor

Can you guess what this is?
It always left me a little envious to look at those series where they had monotone sheets. Somehow , it gave the impression of modern, minimalistic feature which I like in my room but with the amount of junk I have laying around, it's good enough to see the floor.

White pillow cases which were among the last things david gave me. We went for an MPO concert which my sister had free ticket to. It didn't surprise her that I turned up with him, nor was she when I answered that we weren't back together. And I am not surprised when she thinks that I have a bf the over day over email.

This is how my bed looks like now. Love the strong splashes of color and yes, it's a proper bed now instead of sleeping on a mattress on the floor. Thinking of buying my own bachelor(ette) pad in , say, 1 or 2 years time.

Review: Piccadilly, Millenium Square

A friday lunch out with mark and chris that we came here. The same day that some idiot left my DVDs outside my door for other people to still. I'm beginning to think that this is a trademark of all my exes. Do you guys do the same thing too i.e. drop your exes' stuff right outside their door without informing them before hand, without concern of whether the items would be stolen, without knowing if anyone's home to take them in?

Or do I make my exes hate me so much that they can't stand the sight of me? Good gawd.

Anyway, before I turn into an angsty bitch, lets go back to the food. For about RM 15, you do get quite a lot. The rice isn't the sticky Japanese rice which is probably they gave like a full bowl of it. Chicken was deep fried but definitely not the Japanese version. Not as oily as the local version but not as tasty as the supposed.

Review: M & M Cafe, PJ SS 13

Just a stone's throw away from my office, this is the pricier place to eat. I wouldn't say that the food is good, but at least it's better than usual mamak or economy rice fare.

They do have different dessert/cakes usually. That day, it was scones.

My only memory of scones would be of my sister trying to bake savory scone in the middle of the night. They never struck me as being interesting. I mean, how interesting could plain pastry be? They could be if they come out warm from the oven, all nice and fluffy with a dollop of butter and strawberry jam.

See how cute the dollop of butter is? Like me =D

larger than life

Can't remember the last time I went back home. Or rather, can't remember the last time I went back home and stayed over night. The last time is most probably during CNY when I broke up with david long distance. Yea, the sea may have kept our separation at bay but thanks to the wonder technology, we broke up during cny and it was one of the worst memories ever of home that I ever had.

Which is more the reason why I refuse to go home and see the folks, what more stay home.
Anyway, dad's got a new baby which is like 42"? Don't know why. Don't want to know either. This is always the best policy especially when it comes to work. mattie says that it sucks to be me and it's no more evident than today.

Yea, I do hate to be me at times too.

little man

Thumb drives have certainly come a long way from the heydays of RM 50 for 512MB. Now, you can get 2 GB for the same amount of money.
And the size has decreased tremendously. While I like their new form factor, I can't help but think how easy it would be to accidentally break them. Haven't got any new thumb drive after getting the external hdd. While the size is rather cumbersome, it at least does a good job of keeping me company at work with the mp3s inside :P

pretty in pink

Mother's day celebration. Omg, that's like over a month ago.
On a plus note, I've (finally) managed to blog on all the food reviews that I've transferred out of my hp.
On a down side, it's only because I haven't been transferring out lately

Steamed kaya bun in the shape of buttock lips. A pout? Not too sweet but not exactly my favourite. Kaya steamed buns used to be my favorite until I outgrew them.

I leave this to your imagination. Thought of how sweet it would be =D I miss my flat tummy

lunch time boredom

Could be really disgusting.

Given sufficient amount of chili sauce, pepper.

Oh and rojak sauce.

ah ha.

No wonder I am in a septic tank.

You Believe that Love is Mysterious

When you think of love, you think of what could be possible in the future. In love, you see things as they are. You accept and love your partner's faults. If you are in love, you want the whole world to know it. You don't hold back with letting people know. You are impatient in love. You are so eager to fall in love that you often fall for the wrong person.

The Rose Test

Review: Le Deli, Mont Kiara

Located at Shoplex Mont Kiara, Le Deli sells a range of delicatessen and offers sandwiches, sausages and salami for those who prefer a more gourmet dinner. Well, sort of.

Bacon and ham sandwich in pita pockets.

Fatty juicy bacon grilled till just crispy. Not too sure what dressing they used but it's brownish, slightly sweet and goes well with the crunchy lettuce and thinly sliced tomato.

Another new poison. Sho ju.

I've never been a fan of hard core, on the rock liquor so this was for me.

Don't know who are the chicks but they do seem rather pale in comparison to the Guiness/Tiger girls. Good stuff. Given the right ratio, it would be difficult to detect the undertaste of alcohol with the juice.

somethings change, some don't

Found this.

Took the quiz again. Guess I've turned to a philandering bitch now.

Your Heart Takes Love Lightly

You are attracted to those who have a split personality - cold as ice on the outside but hot as fire in the heart. In love, you feel the most alive when your partner is patient and never willing to give up on you. You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring. You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please. Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with. Your risk of cheating is 100%. You are not suited for a monogamous relationship. You think of marriage as something that will confine you. You are afraid of marriage. In this moment, you think of love as something you can get or discard anytime. You're feeling self centered.

What Are The Keys To Your Heart?

over the years

As we grow up, we mature. Understand better what we want, what we don't. Trying to make the best out of life no matter how shitty it is. Of course, it's not always the rain because the sun does come out to play once in a blue moon.

25 years and counting, I can't say that I know myself better now than I did years ago. Especially now with the whole depressing circumstances surrounding my life, there are obvious things which I know I want and don't but are they just a spur of the moment weaknesses?

It's not something I would know for sure but living life one moment at a time. After the latest episode of hurt, it appeared to me clearer than before that I don't want relationships or commitment. Things ended sourly with david though we tried our best not to. Or at least, that was what I thought it to be.

Somehow, it hurt to know that he has moved on and found someone new. Partly because he said he would never be ready for a relationship. Or that he'll get someone new. Or something along those lines. I didn't want to think that he has moved, didn't want to know either. Let me have the freedom to think that he could never find someone else apart from me.

But, that is just another one of my silly daydreams. Wouldn't deny the part about him not finding someone else though.

What could be worse than finding out he has moved on is to find it out accidentally on my own phone. He finally returned my other phone and left some sms from the new girl in it. Isn't there some sort of protocol that you wipe it clean of your traces before returning any goods? As if it's not bad enough he returned it in a much pathetic state than when I loaned it to him, it came back as though just dipped in tar and the sms-es are a reminder that he is capable of finding someone new soon.

So he apologized for not deleting them. I wonder what happened to our pact of telling me when he found someone new.

Before you start shouting hypocrite to my face, I've always maintained that I am on the rebound.

Either he despises me so much that he can't bear to see me at all or he has the brain of a dimwit to actually leave the phone in a package outside my apartment. Sure, there's the grill and he put it in but if he could put it there, why can't someone else remove it? In the end, I had to change my plans just to go back and make sure it's a-ok.

So what to do had the damn thing go missing? Just tell him.

Maybe this is his way of getting back at me. Wow wee. Nice.

Why do I keep dating guys who just love to drop my valuables for people to steal? Just because I no longer have any value in your life, it doesn't mean you can fling my stuff around like nobody's business. Sure, it ain't your business but do you have to act like a 5year old kid about it?

Review: Rak Thai, Midvalley

The problem with being with a glutton is that they tend to pull you into their gluttonous ways that you end up being a glutton yourself. It's a scary thought which has sadly materialized, so much so to my dismay and depression.

Hence, it is time to put a brake on it and regain the life that I once had. Strangely enough, the comfort that I thought would accompany it didn't quite materialize as fast as the expanding waistline. If anything, it's merely adding inches to my love handles.

But, lets take it one baby step at a moment. Lest I trip and hurt myself again. Haven't quite managed to pick pieces of me scattered all over the past. As a matter of fact, it doesn't seem like I am living in the present anyway.

Back to the food review, this is supposed to be a tea time snack. Go figure.

It left me slightly baffled as to why they would serve the mango and shaved ice dessert first. Sorry, not a fan of mango so can't comment. But it did look rather thick, rich.

Had the Thai tea which tasted suspiciously like our local Teh tarik but using a different type of milk. So it wasn't exactly sweet. A good one for those who wants kick in their cup of teh tarik, minus the sweetness.

His bowl of curry noodle as a tea time snack. Rich and creamy, it had a strong taste of santan and the noodle had that smooth silky texture that reminded me of Ipoh hor fun. Now, if only I had complexion like that.

For moi, grilled squid which had a good grilled taste to it. Combine it with the sweet Thai chili sauce, what's missing would be a mug of ice cold beer.

TMI = too much info

Someone complained about my acronyms but that's only because he's not local =P

how's dinner
bleh. had BK
BK? -_- u n ur acronyms
ops. burger king. I thought they are everywhere. except aussie apparently.

But, it's not just me who does that ...

wah... TMI liau leh
huh..wats tmi
too much info la

We were talking about previous experience and stuff. So it left me a little baffled when he asked about my hobby.

share some interest,...
later u TMI me again
aiyoooo TMI la,.. if i tell u me and my gf do wat position TMI for u or not ?
........
tell me for wat
might as well record it then i post on porntube

oh bro

What's with Indians and their bros? Most of my team mates are Indians and somehow, their usual way of calling one another is either jo or bro. It's not that their name rhymes with it or can be shortened to jo/bro (eg. siva/prem/kumar).

eh jo , how to do this?

One guy shouts to another about 4 seats away. In between that space, there were few other guys. Yet the correct jo would respond.

how u guys know who?
dunno. we just do.

Psychic? Telepathic?
They use it so much that it grew into a virus. From jo, it evolved to bro. Everyone became brothers over a period of few days. Never mind the obvious name and skin color difference. Everyone are bros.

eh bro , can you see this?
which part of me look likes a bro to you?
ops. sorry
you hinting something now??~??~?!
no la.. no la... mistake
I am wearing a goddamn skirt and i'm your blardy bro~?!~?!??

Well, so they got my name back again but it turned out that I am not the only one to feel pissed about it.

what's with the KL team ?
huh
'bro, can you check this when you got the time? thanks'
lol. so u got that too eh
for god's sake, i am not your BRO! last i checked, my name doesn't end with an a
hahahaha
and i'm yellow. not brown maybe i should ask my mom if she slept with any indian(s) before this